amoebic thoughts

the thoughts of you
are like amoeba,
i cut them
to make my way,
but they multiply
and run though
my nerves,
through my veins,
and reach my lungs
and bind with the air
that i breathe,
and travel to the heart
which loves them
more than my blood,
more than its valves,
and now they come
to their home, mind,
and play with more
amoebic thoughts.